LONG trip to the hospital with Sissy - unescorted - again. Yeah, because like hell was I going to have another pissy EMT drive us in an ambulance. There's a memory I can do without repeating.
When most people go to the hospital for direct admission, they are not escorted by a hospital security guard to the unit.
Unless you're admitting a pediatric psychiatric patient.
Let me tell you, the looks and glances from people on the elevator with us (ninth floor ward, ya'll. it was a LONG ride up with a stop to nearly every floor on the way all with a security escort) are a bit much to bare. I wanted to say hey rubberneckers - YOU wanna raise my mentally ill daughter?!? Piss off! Fortunately, Sissy had her quilt from her Noni wrapped tightly around her head, obscuring her identity. Yes, that may have been part of the reason we were getting strange looks but honestly, the security escort didn't help. Especially when he gave knowing glances to every medical professional that got on and off that elevator on the way up. Oh, and then said idiotic things to Sissy. Seriously, you'd think he'd never escorted a psych patient before. He was more nervous than me.
Sissy's only complaint after days of escalating behaviors ending in a mobile crisis team at the house tuesday morning? great. Now I'll have to get all that lab work done again.
We finally made it to the ward with escort and when the locked doors flew open when he waved his security pass, I breathed out, "ah, home." A Freudian slip? Sure. But heck, we've been up there often enough and really, it is quiet, bland and PRECISELY what Sissy needs to deescalate. She immediately settled down and then began her don't-admit-any-fault-whatsoever-lie-to-save-your-ass game with the nursing and psychiatric staff that finished our intake. Fortunately for me, the doc on the unit yesterday has been with Sissy before and called her bluffs. which Sissy was not amused by and thus she shut down altogether. Because that's what you do when you don't want to tell a doctor what events led up to your involuntary psychiatric placement, right? Right?
I've had enough psychosis to last me a lifetime. My poor baby's mind is splintering before our eyes and no one is able to stop it. I've gotten more compliments from the professional staff on our case in the last 35 days about The Dad's and my parenting abilities than I've received in the last five years trying to get help for Sissy. Everyone, not some, EVERYONE agrees Sissy needs long term. No one is able to secure that for us because? Because our state no longer offers that for children.
The hope is that she'll be back in residential by next week. She was home 35 days before nuclear meltdown.
Honestly? I'm surprised it took her that long.
God, will this ever end?